Mr Gnome stayed home...

Maybe I'll write this book...

No one had actually ever seen the gnome, but the fact of his existence was hard to deny.

 Somewhere, deep behind his brightly painted tree house door, he was likely having his breakfast of buttered toast and coffee with sweet cream. (Like Wanda.)

Outside the snow piled high and deep, much too deep for a gnome to trudge through, and so he stayed inside...